Mar 21
The plastic bottle on the path
Begging to be picked up
Countless thousands ignore it
Leaving it for the next
To come along
Suddenly it's not ignored
A foot reaches out and kicks it
Surely this must be the moment
But then another kick
And then another,
The bottle is along for the ride
The path now ending
The daylight fading
The endless kicking seems to slow
But then a voice rings out
"I'll pick that up tomorrow"
Begging to be picked up
Countless thousands ignore it
Leaving it for the next
To come along
Suddenly it's not ignored
A foot reaches out and kicks it
Surely this must be the moment
But then another kick
And then another,
The bottle is along for the ride
The path now ending
The daylight fading
The endless kicking seems to slow
But then a voice rings out
"I'll pick that up tomorrow"
This was written less from raw emotion and more from momentum. The question of "what next" and the realization that the decision was not going to be forthcoming any time soon...
